Just like that, ten bewitching men, as if they were spotless, actually had a four-layer cultivation in the foundation building period. With a single move, they can release a surging ghostly aura, which is eerie and terrifying, like a ghost or a zombie, but they still have intelligence and know how to use spells.

These ten guys have a high level of cultivation, and the ghost qi they release is really difficult to deal with, not only is it difficult to disperse, but this thing also has a defacing effect on the magic weapon.

At the beginning of the battle, there was a one-sided shape, although Hou Tao and they all tried their best to resist, and they all showed their skills without reservation, but the enemy's strength was far superior to their own.

And their strong reinforcements, the three big guys of Wushan Eagle didn't come with them before, and now they can't find their way and can't get in.

After a chaotic battle, the five people completely recognized the situation and all hid in Hou Tao's array.

It's just that Hou Tao's array swayed after a round of siege, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it would disappear at any time.

At this moment, the painting bone suddenly rose from the bone chair and waved his right hand contemptuously. The ten men all stopped, stepped back together, surrounded Hou Tao and them, and stood respectfully towards the painting bones.

The painting bone snorted coldly, his face was extremely proud, and he said in an old-fashioned manner: "After a while, a few of you will die, and you will all become the baby's mouth, but this is also a complaint against the master, only blame you for the yellow-haired boys who are too self-conscious, and dare to make a move on the master, haha......"

"His grandmother, don't talk nonsense! What kind of ability can you use it!" Hou Tao said very toughly, but his tone betrayed him.

The corners of the painting bone's mouth rose, and a cold and evil smile was hooked: "The boiled duck has a very hard mouth......!"

Ouyang Gao kept looking at the ten men, and suddenly shouted, "Yue Rushui's original appearance is definitely not what she is now." ”

"What?" Feng Wuchen was originally nervous and scared, but now he was confused by Ouyang Gao.

was interrupted again, but the painting bone was not very angry, but was still a little proud: "Tsk, yes, yes, you kid really has some vision!"

"Yue Rushui is indeed not what she is now, it turns out that she doesn't have this look, it's just unsightly! She can have the appearance she is today, it's all thanks to my master and my little baby! haha......"

"That's your deal. Ouyang Gao pointed at the men.

"That's good!Tsk, your head is not bad!" The painted bone face showed a look of approval, "Boy, if you are more well-behaved, I really can't bear to kill you, master!"

"You are right, these ten people are like water in the moon, what moon is like water, it is the 'money' brought by Wang Xiaohua, ten a year, in exchange for her to soak in this unsullied pool, wash away the baby's ghost suck. Ten years later, she will obediently dedicate all her three souls and seven spirits to my little baby, haha......"

"It's a good deal, isn't it?"

However, Ouyang Gao didn't seem to understand at all, he didn't understand his intentions at all, and said thoughtlessly: "The little baby in your mouth is a skin ghost." ”

"Painted skin ghost?" Feng Wuchen and several people were frightened, and almost said in unison.

Unusual for a paint-skin ghost, it is an evil spirit that can hide under human skin, change a person's appearance, and feed on people's flesh and soul.

Generally, when the cultivation of the Painted Skin Ghost reaches the sixth layer of the foundation building period, it can use a clone, and it can be attached to multiple people at the same time.

If it is said that the little baby in the mouth of the painted bone is really a painted skin ghost, then it is obvious that the cultivation of this ghost has reached more than six layers in the foundation building period.

"You kid is very smart, and you have a little bit of knowledge, but people are too dull, you better go into the belly of the little baby with them!"

As a result, Feng Wuchen and several people suddenly felt like falling into an ice vault, and a chill involuntarily gave birth to in their hearts.

Seeing everyone's panicked appearance, the painting bone was even more proud, and his words and deeds were even more exaggerated.

"You can die!"

"Wait a minute. The painting bone was about to turn around, but was stopped by Ouyang Gao.

"What?

"It's not. "Ouyang Gao is still in the ancient well.

The painting bone frowned, and was a little disappointed.

Ouyang Gao pointed at Hou Tao and said, "He said that he saved Yue Rushui from the mouth of the Black Smoke Tiger on this Wangdu Mountain three years ago, and this is your play." ”

"There seems to be such a thing," the painting bone raised his eyebrows slightly, "By the way, three years ago, it seems that there was a monk from Bixian Academy who wandered in Wangdu Mountain for two or three days, and I thought that Bixian Yuan was going to check on our harmony hall, so I asked Wang Xiaohua to play such a hero to save the beauty and probe the bottom of that person!"

The painting bone stared at Hou Tao contemptuously: "After probing, I realized that the person was a big straw bag, haha......"

And said: "I didn't expect that big straw bag to be you!"

"His grandmother, you dog bastard!" Hou Tao was annoyed.

"You can die now!"

As he spoke, the painting bone slowly turned around, facing the blood pool on the left, and whispered: "Little baby, come out! You can have a good meal, these are all monks with spiritual roots, but they are great supplements!"

Before the words fell, huge blood bubbles bubbled up on the pool of blood, one bigger than the other, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to gause.

After a while, a black mass of stuff was revealed in the blood bubble.

"Jie Ji ......"

The black guy roared wildly and seemed to be very happy. Oh, the whole black guy was exposed to the air, it was a paint-skinned ghost.

I saw that it was more than a foot tall, its whole body was surrounded by black gas, its head was born with a pair of pitch-black horns, bison-like horns, its hair was scattered, and there were sticky black liquid dripping from the tips of its hair, and its green face and fangs were black, and its eyes were as black as fists.

"......"

The skin ghost let out a long roar, which made people's scalp tingle.

With its long roar, the ten demonic men froze at the same time, and billowing black smoke rose from their bodies, thick as liquid, and a rush of brains rushed towards the Painted Skin Ghost.

After a few breaths, the Painted Skin Ghost suddenly became more than twice in size, and its body became extremely large. And the ten men were all gone, and became ten piles of dry bones.

"Be careful! This ghost thing is at least the cultivation of the eighth layer of the foundation building period!" Hou Tao's voice trembled slightly.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that no matter how careful they were in the face of such a ghost, they would still inevitably die.

"Haha......" Painted Bone laughed cruelly, "your time of death has arrived!"

"Jie Ji ......"

The Painted Skin Ghost waved his ghost claws, his body trembled slightly, and suddenly swept towards Feng Wuchen and a few people, he was as fast as lightning, and had agility that did not match his body at all.

"Boom ......"

The Painted Skin Ghost completely broke through Hou Tao's formation with a single collision and appeared in front of Feng Wuchen and a few people.

Several people were in a cold sweat, and hurriedly used the talisman of the talisman, the control of the array, and the sword of the sword......

However, everything is like a mantis arm. They all looked like three-year-old children in front of the painter, and their movements were slow and weak. The slight movement of the Painted Skin Ghost's body made everyone lose their goal.

The Paintman dodged again, disappearing from everyone's sight again. The fear of the unknown surged into the hearts of several people, and several people scrambled around like headless flies.

"Ah......h

In the confusion, Feng Dong suddenly fell to the ground with a scream.

"Ah......h

Then came Ouyang Gao, Bai Shu and Hou Tao.

Feng Wuchen suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and the Painted Skin Ghost appeared in front of him, close at hand. He could clearly feel its cold, bloody snort.

Feng Wuchen just wanted to make a move.

The Painted Skin Ghost suddenly plunged headlong into the wound on Feng Wuchen's right wrist, like a leech.

Unfortunately, Wind and Dust is the "appetizer" of the skin ghost.

He immediately panicked, hurriedly clapped his hands and pedals, and finally even used his teeth.

However, some were to no avail. Although the Painted Skin Ghost was huge, it burrowed into Feng Wuchen's body in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, enjoy the taste of the flesh gradually being drained!" "Painting Bone laughed arrogantly and hideously.

Feng Wuchen was both frightened and disgusted, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body at the thought of such a huge stinky thing burrowing into his body.

Thinking of the death of the ten men, he gritted his teeth and put his sword on his neck.

Rather than being tormented by evil spirits here, it is better to have the pleasure of self-destruction!

"Want to die, it's not so cheap!" Flicked his fingers, and a cloud of black smoke hit Feng Wuchen's wrist.

Feng Wuchen's wrist was numb, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "dang".

"Hmph, it's not started yet, how can the master be willing to let you die!"

"You ......" Feng Wuchen felt powerless.

"Haha......" Scratchbone laughed, "enjoy the pain to your heart's content, twist and wail as much as you want!"

The painted skin ghost entered the body, and the suicide attempt failed, Feng Wuchen could only wait for death, and could only wait for torture......